Chapter 361 Young Masters, Don't Play With Me (83)
Ye Jue was scarlet with eyes, black hair was wet and sweaty, his shirt was messy, his desire was magnificent, releasing the heat that was about to burst, relieved himself, and slowly scheming
But it was not enough, and the surging tide in the body did not relieve much of it.
Every minute and every second is a torment.
I don't know how long it took, the car door was opened again, the light briefly dispelled the darkness, and a fragrant and soft body fell into his arms, as if he had seen the person's face.
"Xi'er?"
Be careful, unbelievable, as if in a dream.
It's really in a dream, otherwise how could I see the illusory beauty
The woman knelt shyly on the black leather chair, stretched out her hand to pull her shoulders, and the two thin suspenders slid down, revealing her snow-white and graceful body. She took the initiative to come over and rub against his chest, as if she was making an invitation.
Ye Jue could no longer bear it, and a sexy and hoarse growl came out of his throat, pulling the woman who was not in short distance into her body.
The black Cayenne trembled gently.
Bai Mo withdrew his calm gaze, stepped on the accelerator, and the red sports car left in the dust.
This time she drove out secretly, and she used coercion and temptation. She ordered the butler not to tell him, and promised to rush home before Bai Ye returned home, so that no one would know.
Unexpectedly, Bai Ye was caught on the spot and made a move!
Bai Mo barely drove the car into the gate of the Bai family villa, and a familiar figure suddenly appeared in his sight.
Under the straight French sycamore tree, Bai Ye stood tall and looked at her coldly.
The eyes are connected.
Bai Mo's heart thumped.
Suddenly brake
As soon as her slender hand unscrewed the car door, the man in white and black pants squeezed into the driver's seat with some force, hugged her in her arms in a posture of holding a child, started the car without saying a word, and shot towards the underground parking garage of the villa.
In less than a minute, the car stopped violently with a squeak.
The atmosphere is condensed and the posture is ambiguous.
The space inside the car was narrow and the two were squeezed in a seat. Bai Mo was pressed in his arms face to face. His two thin white and slender legs could not be stretched out at all, so he had to curl up on both sides of the man's waist, feeling uncomfortable and embarrassed.
The man's thin lips were tightly pursed, his handsome face was cold, and his whole body was on the verge of anger.
Danger.
This thought flashed through Bai Mo's mind.
She just watched a car and didn't want to carry a gun to fight. Have you experienced it for yourself?
"elder brother"
Before she could speak, the man half-carried out of the car and carried it on her shoulders all the way into the villa.
Bai Ye put her on the white piano that he never would easily touch, and sat down. He trapped her in his arms and the piano like a cage, staring at her with his black eyes as bright as a mourn.
The girl's plain white face was flushed, her black hair was scattered, and the sun was bright outside the window behind her, and the vine-moon rose bloomed warmly, with a rich and brilliant fragrance.
Somehow, four words appeared in Bai Ye's mind at this moment: human face and peach blossoms.
"Brother, get up a little, your waist is about to break."
Bai Ye leaned over her, very low, and Bai Mo had to support her hands back on the piano, supporting her hanging body. This posture made her so sad, her waist was so sore that she was about to break.
The girl blushed, her thin eyebrows slightly frowned, and her soft coquettish acted, which made Bai Ye's eyes darker and her tone cold: "Anyway, you are disobedient, forget it."
Bai Ye leaned over and lowered his body. Bai Mo simply leaned back and finally felt comfortable.
Chapter completed!